Earth Pony Sugar Momma [Ready]

[Solaria]

Name: Amorous Rose
Gender: Female
Age: Mare
Species: Earth Pony
Eye colour: Sapphire Blue
Character colour: Snow White
Mane/Tail/Other: Long and luxurious, her mane and tail are both such a vibrant blonde that they almost look like waves of liquid gold. Their style varies from day to day due to Rose's knowledge of hairdressing, but when she's nursing she will gather her mane into a bun.
Physique: On the slimmer side
Residence: Formerly Canterlot, transferred to Seaddle with her husband Castor
Occupation: Nurse
Cutie Mark: The rose of the goddesses symbolizes her love, beauty, femininity, grace, and compassion.

 

History: Amorous Rose was actually born in Prance to two very well-to-do nobles. From the very beginning hers was a life without want, the definition of coming into the world with a silver spoon in her mouth. Unfortunately, as much as others might try to debunk the claim, there is often a very large price tag on such polished silverware. For Rose, it was the expectancy to be the paragon of perfection of which her parents had always dreamed.

 

Other foals played outside, she learned proper mannerisms at dinner parties. Her classmates would go see movies. She would play her viola for hours on end. Sleepovers? Nay, attending dinner parties with her parents while dressed like a porcelain doll and sitting quiet and docile. Balance exercises, ballroom dancing, dinner etiquette, cadence and manner of speech, endless lists of important ponies and their connections... the young filly was subjected to it all day in and day out. Had other ponies her age known everything she went through when she was not sitting attentively in class, they might not have viewed her with quite as much envy for the circumstance of her birth.

 

This is not to say that Amorous Rose was a robot devoid of personality. Far from it. She simply wanted to please her parents and those around her. She took whole-heartedly to nearly everything she attempted, fully believing her mother's saying that "should you put yourself to any task, no matter how small, pour your soul into it and delight in the results." The earth pony actually enjoyed tying bows, cinching dresses, sewing, applying makeup, and her viola.

 

The small distaste other ponies her age held for her melted quickly after the first year when they realized her attitude might be lofty, but it was genuine and warm. She began making countless friends, and while she rarely had time outside of school to socialize with anypony other than nobility she found it a nice reprieve having others to talk to without nearly so much formality.

 

As time passed, Rose wondered at the fact that she had not received her cutie mark while nearly every other foal her age had. She was good at so many things, should she not have her own symbol of virtuosity by now? Her parents, thinking that she merely had to work harder to unlock her potential, enrolled her in dancing and pageantry. It was a whole new level of time management and self-regulation. Strict dietary restrictions. Exercise routines. Hairdressing. More makeup. The growing filly accepted them all with grace.

 

Despite being a "flanc vierge," the pony poured every fiber of her being into all of her obligations. She was one of the top dancers in her class. That she would be a finalist in beauty contests was nearly a given. Day after day of effort, yet no cutie mark appeared. Even her optimism began to fade in the unrelenting face of time past. 

 

It wasn't until the night of one of her biggest recitals that revelation came from the most unexpected of sources. Rose was uncharacteristically behind schedule to arriving and getting dressed, and was slightly frayed knowing the exact look her parents were wearing while awaiting her at the entry hall. She had almost galloped up the steps and through the front doors when a call caught her attention. It was a pair of tired-looking ponies and their daughter, standing on the sidewalk below. Though they were dressed in formal attire, the clothes looked worn and rarely-used to the filly's practiced eye.

 

Knowing how incredibly impolite it would be to simply ignore them and dash to her recital, Rose turned and trotted back down. Up close, she was inwardly surprised at how slight the daughter looked. She was barely out of foalhood and should still have been sporting most of her baby fat, but she was even thinner than Amorous Rose herself.

 

"This is our daughter, Tender Sonnet," said the stallion. "I know you've never met us, but she just had to speak with you at least one time while she had the chance."

 

Noting Rose's confusion, he explained.

 

"Sonnet is rather ill, and rarely gets to leave the hospital anymore. When she heard that she might have to stay indefinitely, she was adamant about coming to this recital and meeting you, about coming to see you dance."

 

"You're my favorite dancer ever," the filly added quietly, her voice sounding strained. "I like to read about you in the papers."

 

Sudden tears sprang unbidden to the corners of Amorous Rose's eyes. Here was a family whom her parents would never have allowed her to see, much less converse with at length. The raw emotion at such a simple desire stung her heart, and in response determination filled her veins and stoked her spirit. This girl wanted to see dancing? She would see dancing!

 

"Pour vous, mon cher," Amorous Rose promised, smiling and nodding before giving a wave and running inside the hall to get dressed.

 

Though she always gave a sizable amount of effort, the Prench pony's dancing was nothing short of stellar that evening. She put everything she had into her spins and twirls, knowing that three ponies somewhere in the audience were watching her in particular with rapt attention. The recital was of course a success, and Rose was dragged away immediately afterward to get a stern refresher on the importance of punctuality. She didn't see Tender Sonnet again... that is, until she visited the hospital that next week.

 

Despite her young age, the earth pony was very perceptive and intuitive. A singular designer saddlebag had accompanied her on this trip, and jingled mysteriously. She found Tender Sonnet and her parents in a small room that overlooked the hospital's delightful garden. In fact, the room was directly over a bush of roses of the goddesses, one of the more symbolic flowers known to ponykind. The surprise on her friend's face when she entered was a gift in and of itself, and the four talked for an hour or two in pleasant camaraderie. When she was preparing to leave, Rose requested to speak with the parents for just a moment out in the hallway.

 

"Monsieur, Madame," she said quietly once the door was shut. "I would have you give a gift to my dearest fan as a surprise. It is my favorite saddlebag, though I feel it would bring her so much more joy than it has me. Would you give this to her for me?"

 

The mother raised a questioning brow at the weight of the bag when she received it, but Rose was already gone after a quick thanking. Imagine the family's disbelief when they showed their daughter, opened it, and found all of Amorous Rose's winnings from past pageants tucked into the saddlebag. Little did they know that she had spoken with Sonnet's doctor before visiting the room, and discovered that her suspicion was true. Tender Sonnet's condition was dire but treatable... for a small fortune in bits. The same warm feeling that had struck the night of the recital had filled the filly again and strengthened her resolve that this was the right thing to do.

 

The smile that graced Rose's face upon reading about the recovery of a local filly after a successful operation practically lit up the drawing room a few days later. Her mother glanced up from her own paper, but was satiated with a quiet "Nothing Maman." Her cutie mark, a stylized rose of the goddess, had appeared the night before. Her parents were convinced her hard work had finally paid off. Rose had learned on her own the value of sharing oneself with others, and how rewarding it could be. All the wealth and talent in the world was pointless if one was disconnected from the hopes and dreams of others.

 

Now a young mare, Amorous Rose felt she should continue expanding her horizons. Strangely understanding of her desires, her parents recommended Canterlot as a good place to start. After all, it had its own high society and she would fit in well. In agreement, the mare packed her things and left for her new life. Little did others know, she had a secondary agenda to her trek. Her brush with Tender Sonnet's trials had left her wanting to aid others in a similar capacity, and she had soon enrolled in Canterlot's medical school.

 

Years of study and work passed (a breeze for somepony of Rose's upbringing), and soon she was officially certified as a nurse. Not content with sitting in a hospital and waiting for problems to come to her, she trained beyond that to become an REN medic. After all, since birth she'd never been satisfied with anything less than the best, and what would be better than treating the heroes of Equestria?

 

It was around this time that she met an up and coming officer named Castor. The two hit it off, and after a reasonable period of courtship (she was still a Prench lady, and there were certain protocols to be followed!) they were wed. She adores her new life as first a wife and now a mother to Sugar Star and Solar Swing, treasuring all the memories that are created with her family. Each day she wakes up, tames her mane into perfection, and sets forth with a smile on her face. She's helping ponies. She's loved. Life couldn't be better.

 

 

Character Summary/Personality:

 

Amorous Rose is very much a cultured and talented mare. Through a life of privilege and self-discovery, she has molded herself into a pony of which she can be proud. She believes that a pony of worth should be beautiful inside and out.

 

After years in Equestria's capitol her accent has diminished considerably, though she still tends to break in Prench when surprised or agitated. Her grace from dancing is evident in her gait and movements, from administering vaccinations to the deftness with which she sews. She has not given up music either, and regularly practices her viola at home.

 

Rose greatly enjoys shopping, and during her rare downtime will happily stroll down boulevards with shopping bags full to bursting. There's nothing like a day out on the town, complete with sitting at her favorite cafe and sipping pomegranate juice. The double-takes she gets as she struts also amuse her no end.

 

While some would like to portray her as the typical mare who thinks her looks make her better than everypony else, they find themselves hard-pressed to find support in light of her medical service and genuine empathy for those around her. While she can be a bit haughty at times, she's an eternal sweetheart and loves nothing more than bringing happiness and health to the lives of those around her.

 

Her visits from her children and her husband's leave time are often the highlight of her existence, allowing her to try on new bows with Sugar Star, dance with Solar Swing, or sit pleasantly in the study whilst sipping tea and listening to the latest developments in Castor's fleet. Indeed, she is the epitome of a mare who loves her life and wouldn't trade it for the world.

[Solaria]

Holy horse apples that was not intended to be that big or long, but c'est la vie.

[Dio]

The admiral approves.

[Elderflower]

My mom is the best mom in the whooooooooole wide world!

 

[SteelEagle]

[Solaria]

Victory for the Prench! Sugar Momma lives! Allons-y!